Luna’s Retreat

What a sky!  Through the thinnest satin veils Luna took leave of the King of the skies.  Jupiter, blushing red through a mantle of mist, was steadfast in his 11-year course.  After their evening’s dalliance past, Luna was demure in her departure, back to three nights of dark communion, her face turned toward the light.  She wanes for this renewal before yet another return of bright benediction in an indigo sky for lovers.  Yet, the three dark nights are not a kiss, not an embrace. They are Essence through essence – esse per esse.  Hearts through hearts; that tantric completeness for which every embrace yearns — yet can only know breath upon breath, soul through soul. In this arctic air, I release a breath to that mist above, breath upon breath; drunk in the tavern of Love.

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Answering the call.
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